"I Have Another Contest In The Summer," Ben Explained As He Flexed For His Son While Jaime Appraised

"I have another contest in the Summer," Ben explained as he flexed for his son while Jaime appraised him. "But hey- hey, what's the rush. Go to a couple parties and suddenly you're too cool to shoot the shit with your old man?" Ben stood over his son who was his mother in every way that mattered, petite, toned, and those damn eyes. "Did you have fun, huh?" Ben playfully clipped his son's chin as he asked, "Do anything dumb?" Twenty questions came with the territory but he was a bit buzzed himself and it felt like Jaime was just going to be gone soon. Done with college, out of the house, and then how often would they see each other? Times like this didn't last forever.

Jaime cursed himself under his breath as he was caught. He hoped he could have tip-toed to his bedroom without a lecture. “Coming.” He said with a sigh. He gave his half-naked dad a once over, it was like living with Hercules. His insecurities had been resolved in therapy years ago, so now, he only admired his dad’s hard work and discipline. “You look good, dad. Are you bulking right now?” He asked nonchalantly, trying to get the heat off him. “Your pecs look bigger." He playfully punched his dad on his left pec, and shrugged. "My phone died. Sorry. I'll buy one of those charging cases next time. Can I go to sleep now? I'm beat."

Coming in from his run, Harlow didn't pay much mind to the mess that his shoes were making on the freshly mopped floor. "Guess you'll have to do them again then, huh?" Harlow grinned as he paced around the circumference of the kitchen island, closing in as much space as Lyrion put between them. Harlow shed the athletic shirt he was wearing, letting it drop in a sweaty heap behind him as he continued to move in. "Oops."

@manscend

"I just mopped these floors!" As he looked from the muddy footprints to Harlow, Lyrion's expression changed: annoyance giving way for playful concern. "No." He backed away, making sure the kitchen island separated them, as he noted the glistening sheen of sweat on his lover's body and the gleam in his eyes. "I just showered. Don't you dare." He took another step back, "I already finished my chores: it's not fair to scent me now!"

Richard Harmon and Jordan Buhat Margaux (2022) dir. Steven C. Miller

my housemate kept passing me the bowl and encouraging me to take hit after hit and as a joke they said “why don’t you be good and dumb and take another hit?” and it practically turned off my brain

Isaac Cole Powell - Modern Love

Season 2, Episode 4: A Life Plan for Two, Followed by One (2021)

A chill ran up his spin as Jaime squeezed his arms again, the other's touch doing more to him than he thought he could ever say out loud. What would the other thing? What would he say? "Weird? Jaime you're welcome in my bed any time," Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I keep thinking about how you're gonna be out of the house soon. How sad is it that your old man isn't gonna know what to do with himself without you?" The laugh that followed was short and tight before he ruffled Jaime's hair and moved towards the master bedroom as his hand rattled at his belt. "Anytime you want to spend together," Ben kicked off his jeans as he crawled into bed and lifted the covers for Jaime to join, "I'm down for. Now c'mon, cuddle up. Tell me more about these friends of yours, anyone I know?"

Jaime rolled his eyes when his father claimed he was too good for those men. It was flattering, and he hated that he believed him. It only made his life harder. No one would ever quite measure up to the man in front of him. There was a weird tension in the air, something charged and new. He gulped and willed himself to step away and go to his bedroom, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he stood. “No– I mean, yes, but I was thinking,” he squeezed the muscles under his touch a little “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to leave you.” It was an odd feeling of longing. He didn’t want to be away from his father, suddenly. “We can cuddle, like when I was little. If you don’t think it’s weird.” He licked his lips, gazing into his father’s eyes to gauge a reaction. He didn’t want to weird him out.